Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
His voice is rough and teasing, full of that arrogant confidence that should piss me off but only turns me on more.
I open my mouth to snap back, but then his fingers press against my panties, and all thoughts vanish.
My head falls back against the wall as he starts to move his fingers over the fabric in slow, torturous strokes that have me gasping.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he presses on. “How many times I’ve thought about you?”
I can only shake my head in response.
“You’re all I think about,” he continues.
I hum softly in pleasure as the image of him touching himself while thinking about this - while thinking about me, about us - fills my mind.
“You’re all I’ve wanted. Since the moment I saw you. Fuck.”
It’s unfair, really - the way that he can work me up like this without even directly touching me, without any skin-to-skin contact and with a direct barrier between us.
His fingers roll and circle over my clit as well as push towards my entrance, nudging my panties inside before pulling back out. The lace is rough against my skin, the sensation unfamiliar and strange, but not necessarily uncomfortable.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he says. “I bet I could make you come just like this.”
I bite my lip, my hands gripping tightly to his muscular shoulders in an attempt to keep myself balanced and upright. But it’s impossible when he’s touching me like this, when he’s looking at me like he wants to devour me.
“Matteo,” I breathe, my body arching into his touch, my hips lifting upwards towards his magical fingers.
He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, and the thought is enough to have my own eyes fluttering.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my jaw, but I can’t tell him anything.
I can barely even think, barely breathe.
Every nerve in my body is purely focused on the way he’s touching me, and I can’t process anything else.
“I need -”
My voice breaks off into a gasp as he applies more pressure, but Matteo’s breath is hot against my ear.
“Say it.”
“I need you.”
His whole body tenses at my words, and then he’s moving so fast that I barely have time to react.
My legs drop from his waist as he lowers himself to his knees before me. His eyes are dark and hooded, filled with a hunger that matches my own as he blinks up at me.
“Let me take care of you.”
Matteo’s eyes stay locked onto mine as he kneels, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he nudges them further apart, effectively spreading me wide open for him.
He finally pulls my panties over to one side, and my whole body tenses, heat pooling low in my stomach at the feel of his fingers dancing over my wet slit.
I brace myself against the smooth marble behind me, my breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
His smirk is downright sinful as he leans in, his breath hot against the inside of my thigh.
“You’re trembling, giornalista,” he murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above my knee. “Are you nervous?”
I let out a sharp breath, my fingers twitching where they rest on the edge of the counter.
“I think you talk too much, Rossi.”
His dark chuckle sends a pulse of heat straight through me.
“Oh, I’m about to make you eat those words.”
Before I can even consider anything clever to say back, his mouth is on me.
My head slams back as his tongue moves with slow, devastating precision.
One of his hands slides up my stomach, pressing against the fabric of my dress as his other grips my thigh, holding me in place, keeping me right where he wants me.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
My fingers thread into his thick hair, gripping tightly and tugging hard in an attempt to steady myself and also pull him impossibly closer.
Matteo groans against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.
“Cazzo, I love how you sound,” he mutters against my skin before diving back in; licking, sucking and teasing until I’m physically shaking.
The tension between us has been building for weeks, burning slow and hot, but now -
Now, it’s completely unrestrained and unleashed, consuming and demanding.
He points his tongue and circles it over my clit, and I writhe against the wall. My back arches from the marble surface as pleasure spirals through me, heat burning through my thighs and pleasure curls low in my stomach, tightening, tightening -
And then he pulls back.
I let out a strangled noise of protest, my head snapping down to glare at him.
Despite my frustration, he really is a sight to behold.
He smirks up at me from where he remains on his knees in front of me, my legs parted wide to accommodate his broad shoulders.
His lips and chin are practically glistening, coated in the evidence of my arousal, and his dark eyes are twinkling with mischief.